like it or not. I reckon he could be gloriously happy right here. The local school has to be smaller and happier than the one he’s in now. He’ll be able to breed frogs. He’ll have his own pup and help breed cattle, and he’ll eat Mrs Gray’s pavlovas so he stops looking such a waif…’
‘Oh, stop.’ She was half-laughing, half-crying. ‘You make it sound so wonderful. You make me want to agree just for Sam.’
‘You think I’d blackmail you?’
‘No.’ She looked lovingly up into his eyes and then laughed and changed her mind. ‘Yes! If you want your own way, that is. You’ll do whatever it takes.’
‘I only want you.’
She held him still, their hands linked, forming a perfect circle of trust and of joy.
‘Really, Jackson?’
‘Really.’ He bent forward and kissed her ever so lightly on the mouth. A feather kiss. A kiss of promise. A kiss of joy to come.
‘And I’ve sorted it all out.’
‘You have been busy.’
‘It’s a long time, three weeks. A man does a lot of thinking-of hoping-in three weeks.’
‘So what have you decided?’ They were making love with their eyes.
‘I thought…I don’t have to travel so much. I can mostly work from here. We’d be proper farmers. But, if you like, you could set up an exclusive farm sales agency. Only the best…’
She was laughing. ‘Of course only the best.’
‘And in our spare time we could be farmers together.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’ His eyes caressed her, but there was still a hint of anxiety behind them. An anxiety she loved. He was her big handsome prince who could rule the world. But when it came to his love for her he was putty in her hands.
She loved him so much she could hardly speak. And in the end she didn’t have to. There was no need.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and she drew him down to her. Down to be kissed and kissed and kissed again. Kissed until they were both breathless with love and laughter, and with pure, unadulterated happiness.
And finally when they drew away-for an instant only-Molly found the voice to whisper, ‘We should go down to help release the frogs.’
‘You’ve released your frog,’ Jackson growled, and hauled her ruthlessly into his arms for yet another crushing kiss. ‘He’s your lover for life-and kiss all you like; he’s never going to be a frog again.’
Marion Lennox
Marion Lennox was born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on-mostly because the cows weren’t interested in her stories!
In her nonwriting life Marion cares (haphazardly) for her husband, teenagers, dogs, cats, chickens and anyone else who lines up at her dinner table. She fights her rampant garden (she’s losing) and her house dust (she’s lost). She also travels, which she finds seriously addictive.
As a teenager Marion was told she’d never get anywhere reading romance. Now romance is the basis of her stories. Her stories allow her to travel, and if ever there was an advertisement for following your dream, she’d be it!
